Bruce immediately ran over to his screaming friend, trying to get him to calm down. Tony's eyes widened as he backed away from the Asgardian, screams ceasing and hyperventilation starting. He felt as if he couldn't breathe, panic welling up in his chest, flooding through this veins.

He felt a hand place itself on his shoulder and he jumped away from it, his 'fight or flight' instincts controlling his actions. Loki took a step towards him, and Tony's eyes widened even further.

"Tony! Tony, it's me, Bruce. I need you to listen to me!"

Tony's response, however, was more screaming.

Bruce sighed. Tony hadn't acted like this for a couple months. Bruce slowly wrapped his arms around his best friend, quietly shushing him under the sounds of his screams.

"Tony, it's okay, it's okay. Loki's on Asgard, locked up. He can't hurt you. You're okay, you're okay." Bruce comforted.

Tony turned his head ever-so-slightly to Bruce, his eyes still wide with fear. His mind briefly registered that it was Bruce and not his greatest nemesis. The breath that he had been holding slowly released itself, signaling to Bruce that he was starting to calm down.

The moment of peace, however, was interrupted when Loki cleared his throat. Tony's eyes widened again, but he clung to Bruce instead of running from the menacing form of Loki, who started picking at his fingernails disinterestedly. The Asgardian glanced at the two on the floor and blinked. He then resumed picking his nails.

Tony and Bruce stared at him, one more terrified than the other. Bruce looked down at Tony, who looked up at him in return. They both turned to face Loki again, who was staring at them.

"Well, Midgardians? As I said before, you will always kneel in the end." Loki grinned maliciously.

Tony opened his mouth to say a sarcastic remark, but a measly squeak came out instead. At the genius's failure of a retort, Loki laughed maniacally.

"You are just puny mortals. Who are you to stand against a god?" He questioned after his haunting laughs ceased.

"We're Avengers, and the Avengers always win." Bruce quipped, glaring at Loki. Tony nodded.

"And you've already lost, Reindeer Games." He challenged, fear nearly dissipating completely.

Loki glowered at him, before his mouth crept into the most fear-instilling toothy smile he could ever give. Tony backed up minutely, pressing his back into Bruce's front. Bruce, observing his friend's action, held him just a little tighter, wordlessly telling him that he was there for him.

Loki rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the room flooded with light, temporarily blinding the two as their eyes adjusted to the change. When they could see again, the white room was completely and entirely filled with Lokis. Hundreds and hundreds of Lokis.

Tony, upon seeing this, promptly fainted.

Bruce's mind silently raced as he stared at all of the Loki's in the room.

"Do you see, Midgardian? You cannot defeat a god." The Lokis spoke in unison.

Bruce didn't respond, as he was tracing his thoughts back to where this all had started so he could make this nightmare end. A metaphorical lightbulb went off above his head when he remembered that he flipped a switch in his journey for illumination, which made Tony start screaming in the first place.

His eyes drifted over to the switch he could barely see through the masses of the Lokis. There were too many Lokis for his taste, and probably Tony's. One was more than enough.

Bruce placed Tony on the floor, using his jacket as a pillow, as he stood up and headed over to the switch. The Loki-clones moved in front of him, blocking his path. He kept walking, however, straight through each and every one of them. After about a minute or two of walking through Loki-clones, he found the wall with the switch. He turned back around to the first Loki.

"I told you, we're Avengers. And the Avengers always win." He smirked, flipping the switch.

As the Lokis started to disappear, Loki One, gave him the grin again.

"Just you wait and see, mortal. Wait and see."

And with his last words spoken, Loki dissolved along with all of his clones.

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief and walked back over to Tony, who was still unconscious on the floor. When he finally got over to him, Bruce gently prodded his face with the tip of his finger. Tony stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He sat up and blinked before turning to Bruce.

"Bruce, I had the most terrible dream. We were stuck in a room surrounded by Lokis."

"Tony, that was real."

Tony's face paled. "Are. You. Kidding."

"No."

Unbeknownst to them, a figure was watching from a room not too far away. They smiled and pressed a button on a device. A panel in the ceiling opened up and dropped an envelope between them, effectively shutting them up. They looked up just in time to see the panel close, and the envelope buzzed, startling them into dropping it on the floor.

Bruce picked it up once it had stopped and opened it. Out came a letter and a keychain with a silver key attached. He gave Tony the key and read the letter aloud.

"Dearest Doctor Banner and Mister Stark,

Congratulations on completing your mystery room! Attached is the key which opens the door to your (temporary) freedom.

Good luck on your next challenge!

From, the Game Master.

P.S. I have Thor and Hawkeye. They are wonderful company."

Tony snatched the letter from Bruce and read it for himself. He forcefully handed it back to Bruce , frowning as he did so.

"I BET LOKI'S BEHIND THIS. I SWEAR ON MY GOOD LOOKS." He shouted, waving his fist at the ceiling. Bruce sighed yet again and walked over to the door that mysteriously appeared in the far wall.

"And where do you think you're going?" Tony asked loudly, speed walking over to Bruce, who was studying the door.

"To the next challenge. Hand me the key."

"I still don't like this. What if it's a trap? Loki's good at trapping people. Like us." Tony grumbled as he handed over the key.

Bruce shook his head and fit the key into the lock. He turned it, and the door opened. He peeked inside, seeing nothing, took a deep breath and walked inside with Tony right behind him.